My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Knowing Around
We are often content to just know about a person, which may be like "knowing around" him. It is the opposite of knowing him as the vital person he is in and to himself. We can do this same thing with Jesus, about whom we have a few facts and a bit of conjecture. Most are content with such knowledge about or around him. Maybe because it frees us from having to see and touch or feel and understand the person he is, and to whom we might have to respond.
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